This morning, I made a quite big cup of coffee, my hand hold it, and I strolled on the back garden. Coffee is too hot, so it had some smoke rose into the air. I feel better when have this cup in this winter. The vegetables may be watered by mum, because of wet ground, so I wouldn't dare to put my foot on. I look around to see some kind of these vegetables, then, come back to my dog's house. She is big with child, I see her fat stomach, so, I bare my teeth in a grin. Then, I want to try don't she like coffee or not, I pour a little coffee in her eating bowl. She lick clearly. I pour again, she also drink all finished. One again, all finised...In my cup had little, so, I fnished off the cup. I didn't give her anything. So, what's the power of coffee!
